The movements between the streams quickly alarmed the commander Zhu Feng on the cliff and also spread to the Gaoya Stone Platform.

A junior sister of Shuiyue Temple who had just returned from Qingrong Peak looked into the distance curiously and said, "Who is this person? She is so beautiful."

A young disciple of the Fengdao Sect frowned and said, "Seeing the movement, this person should be very famous in Qingshan Sect."

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Gu Han looked at the stream with a look of ugly face.

He crossed Nanshan and patted his shoulder, smiling and silent.

Ma Hua seemed not to see this scene and cursed: "This guy doesn't even have a sword, that's a big deal."

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Yes, without a sword, how can you inherit the sword?

Jing Jiu has empty hands and clean sleeves, so where can he have a sword?

Half a year ago, Jing Jiuchu climbed the sword peak and easily entered the clouds. Everyone thought he should be able to get the sword quickly, but no one saw him climb the sword peak again afterwards.

Then he naturally failed to get the fairy sword left by Uncle Mo.

Many division commanders, including Uncle Meili, were a little angry and had to accept this fact. Jing Jiu was not a genius like Liu Shisui after all. He might have to wait until the next swordsman meeting three years later before he could truly figure it out and show his own light.

Who would have thought that Jing Jiu actually stood up at this time.

Has he successfully seized the sword?

Then when did he pick it up?

Where is the sword?

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Yes, where is the sword?

Listening to the discussions around, Jing Jiu remembered what he had forgotten.

No wonder he always felt that he had forgotten something in the past six months.

Yes, he forgot the sword.

That night half a year ago, he and Zhao Layue joined forces to kill the strong Wuzhang from Bihu Peak in the chaos of Jianfeng, and then he took away the sword.

Where did he put that sword?

Jing Jiu began to recall seriously.

At that time, he was holding the corpse in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and he wanted to lift the head. He felt it was a bit inconvenient, so he inserted the head on the sword.

The sword was naturally stained with blood. After returning to the cave, he looked at it with the light and was very conspicuous.

He thought it was troublesome to wash the sword, so he threw it to the apes on the cliff to clean it.

Then... he forgot about this and forgot to bring the sword back to the monkey.

Yes, that's it.

The sword should still be in the hands of those apes.

He thought these things didn't take too long, but they still took some time.

The elder Shi Yuefeng looked a little ugly and asked in a cold voice: "Where is the sword?"

He looked at Jing Jiu's empty hands and thought to himself that unless you are a sword mast and enter the realm of Wuchang, I will see how you transform the sword.

"Wait." Jing Jiu said.

Then he looked at the cliff downstream of the stream and asked, "Where is the sword?"

The cliffs were filled with wild forests, extremely dense. With his voice, the leaves moved randomly and the apes could not stop.

The green forest was chaotic, and smoke and dust were rising. I don’t know how many monkeys screamed and left, and their voices gradually became smaller.

Not long after, the sound of the ape was approaching, and it must have been running back.

The woods shaking, the smoke and dust were slightly formed, and more than a dozen monkeys climbed up to their heads.

A monkey stood at the highest point of the woods, constantly waving its long arms and making anxious screams.

The ape held a sword in his hand.

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There are all practitioners on the cliffs by the stream, and their eyesight is so sharper than ordinary people. They have long seen the scenes on the cliffs clearly.

Looking at this scene, many people's faces looked a little ugly, and Gu Han's face was even more gloomy as if it was about to drip water.

Ma Hua was a little surprised and thought that this would be too important to that guy.

Jing Jiu's previous method of taking the sword was indeed beautiful, but he was just a sword-washing disciple after all, so why did he pay so much attention?

After crossing Nanshan, he was silent for a while and said, "It's good."

Since Jing Jiu is more proud than he imagined, he should endure greater setbacks so that he can mature as soon as possible.

He thought he thought so.

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The breeze is coming, and the stream surface is slightly chaotic.

A young disciple walked into the stream from the other side.

The breeze tilted the sword shirt and was floating like an immortal.

"Oh, this new guy looks pretty good."

The little girl from the Hanging Bell Sect said, "Although it's still not as good as the one on the other."

The one she said was naturally Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu looked at the boy and was a little surprised.

The disciples on the bank of the stream were also talking because many people had never seen this young man.

Some people who knew the inside story explained it and then they realized that this person was the legendary Gu Qing.

The disciples of Zhufeng had known Gu Qing's identity for a long time, and there was a commotion hidden in the cliff.
Chapter completed!